Lyrics:
Let the naked be clothed
Let the blind be led
Let the hungry be fed
And the aged(?) be protected
Lord, deliver us
Lord, deliver us
Lord,
Morgana was a middle aged woman
She was ugly as she could
Looking for a kid about half her age
To show him what there was to see
Morgana knew more
nose
And now moves many a [?] tongue
Upon his wasted hands
Leading aged hounds and young
The huntsman near him stands
The servants round his
Let the naked be clothed
Let the blind be led
Let the hungry be fed
And the aged(?) be protected
Lord, deliver us
Lord, deliver us
Lord,
The office door closed early
The hidden bottle came out
The salesman turned to close the blinds
A little slow now, a little stout
But he's
Blind to the charms of the Toecutter Arms,
My labor to the east by knit and by darn,
Looking for the world like a whelp at sea, the discoverer's
revenge of a middle aged woman.
So she took me out to breakfast, put it on his credit card
By the time they poured the coffee, she was pouring out her
the air
Don't run
There's no place to escape
Don't scream
There's no one here to help
Thoughtless and disabled
You follow the blind
I'm caught inside my
the air
Don't run
There's no place to escape
Don't scream
There's no one here to help
Thoughtless and disabled
You follow the blind
I'm caught inside my
Rotated thoughts all the time
I'm blind
Please excuse me from the table
I'm getting really nervous right now
I'm feeling so disabled like any minute this
If it looks like it's descending
Feels like never ending
Bring it down
If the cops are on the table
System looks disabled
Heads are bowed
I hope my
on earth and in hell
earth and in hell
Thoughtless and disabled
You follow the blind
I'm caught inside my own thoughts
Watching how your heart burns
save you
Doesn't matter if you're handicapped, disabled or you're sick
They'll turn a blind eye as you die, and ask you to make it quick
We're gonna
feel renewed
I feel disabled
By these bonfires in my spine
I don't know who the arsonist was
Which incendiary soul
But all I ever wanted
Was just
aged concepts
Misinterpreted they could be harmful
To live is the best source of certainty
Some writings lock our reason
Some writings blind us and lock
Sittin' here and I'm rockin' black and white Palm Angels
Been a year and I don't think ill get her call, my line disabled
(Sorry, the number you have
Meet me glassy eyed, blind, and divine
Under a void on the ghost land
The castle is a pimple on the face of the world
The embers burned for ghouls
Watching was a blind man's mistake
All his assets melted right in front of his face
His right leg drabbed with demon pace
Shoes stayed angel laced
Never
feel renewed
I feel disabled
By these bonfires in my spine
I don't know who the arsonist was
Which incendiary soul
But all I ever wanted
Was just
a feathered tongue
Upon his wasted hands
For leading aged hounds and young
The huntsman near him stands
Servants round his cushioned place
Are with new sorry
I used to make drinks
And captivating barbecue sauce
First class service
Now I’m serving my time
It flies like a Spanish fly
Look, I’m legally blind
Black found a crack into the mystery
Rats in the walls
Hidden city down below aged, mouldy stone
His bloodline sat upon a dark, corrupted throne
Feral
out of time
Hate me
The blind man
The one that looks away
This table
No warnings no signs
Take me
The darkness is better than your mind
Disabled
No
been here before but it's gone
There's nobody left 'cause everybody moved on
Bought in, aged out, or died down like a fire
I'm living the proof but I
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